Future – Pray for a Key Lyrics
Pray for a Key Lyrics by Future
This is a new song which is sang by Famous Singer/Band Future. This song is from High Off Life Album.
[Intro] Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Got the drop on my opps, I’m never gon’ say a word
It’s time to berserk, I’ve been dying to go berserk
Grey Poupon, spillin’ whine on your shirt
Went on a stain after I hit it, had to go to church
Selling cocaine, cookin’ up chickens, don’t nobody care
And I done spent countless nights working inside the kitchen
Driving in the car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes
Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird
Got the drop on my opps, I’m never gon’ say a word
It’s time to berserk, I’ve been dying to go berserk
Grey Poupon, spillin’ whine on your shirt
Went on a stain after I hit it, had to go to church
Selling c0caine, cookin’ up chickens, don’t nobody care
And I done spent countless nights working inside the kitchen
Driving in the car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes
Hanging in the trap where I learned to hustle, yeah
Flex, I done doubled up my cup
Can’t explain the way I grind, can’t explain it (Don’t change up)
Sold nickles, sold dime bags, now I’m famous
Been posted up with the murder squad [?] Stay low in the cut, had to fake it ’til a ni–a made it
I’m the same ni–a I’ve been, every single day, I’m getting faded
I was gettin’ it in times ten when the police raided
Soon as I elevated, finessin’ went elegant
They can’t tell I was vicious when I was treacherous
I could’ve failed, I turned it up and went executive (Pluto, yeah)
Got the drop on my opps, I’m never gon’ say a word
It’s time to berserk, I’ve been dying to go berserk
Grey Poupon, spillin’ whine on your shirt
Went on a stain after I hit it, had to go to church
Selling c0caine, cookin’ up chickens, don’t nobody care
And I done spent countless nights working inside the kitchen
Driving in the car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes
[Verse 2] Order up six hundred bottles and sixty b*tches
I been havin’ bit*hes starstruck, don’t get in your feelings
I been countin’, oh yeah, I’ma keep it a trillion
Changing up velocity, because of curiosity
I had to kill the cat, I’ma tell the truth
Five-star b*tch wearing all white and I got it
Kept it true, dressed her up like a stylist
Pick any car you want, it’s like you hit the lottery (Woah, woah)
Diamonds are forever for you, yes, an eternity
Niqqas can’t be f**king with you, they just like burnin’ me
Need a down bit*h that can transport a kilo (Super)
I need a down, purse fat like a sumo, keep it one thousand
[Chorus] Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird
Got the drop on my opps, I’m never gon’ say a word
It’s time to berserk, I’ve been dying to go berserk
Grey Poupon, spillin’ whine on your shirt
Went on a stain after I hit it, had to go to church
Selling cocaine, cookin’ up chickens, don’t nobody care
And I done spent countless nights working inside the kitchen
Driving in the car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes